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Mermaids ahoy

It's been a while since Peter has smelled the ocean. It brought back hazy memories of summer vacations with his family and old friends he has never seen ever since the fire. He didn't even remember them.

Though, this beach was different. Peter deliberately tried to find a place they had never visited with his family, and he didn't want to go in the summer. Spring break was fine. Spring had a different smell, even on the beach. Now it will have the smell of the memories with his mate.

Peter was standing on the porch of the house they have rented for this trip, waiting for Stiles to carry the remaining bags from the car. He was eying the shore in the late afternoon sun. Some would say the shore was even ugly and that's why the rent was so cheap. It wasn't a popular place, it wasn't for parties and drinking, it was for... finding magical artifacts. But most importantly mermaids.

But it will be perfect for what they planned, Peter wondered.

"Coming?" he called Stiles then.

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Stiles feels ravenous when he actually gets a smell of the food as they make their dinner, and when everything's put away and he sets the plates down on the little kitchen table, he's practically inhaling the food before he's even sat down.

He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until he started making the sandwiches. Sitting there eating, he keeps casting Peter little glances. He can feel how content the man is, and he doesn't know if it's through their mating bond or his own innate magic ability, being Peter's emissary.

But he likes it, feels proud of it.

After dinner Peter keeps himself to his promise and takes Stiles again. Enjoying what his little emissary can do with his lips and tongue other than spells. The wolf is almost ashamed how he feels like he's a teenager again, but after a while he doesn't care. He's drunk on power and pleasure and on something way more primal only Stiles can give him. Peter loves it.

The morning comes slow and dragged out, which is also a pleasant surprise for him. He'd never take his time in bed, not like this; like a lazy Sunday Peter's never been a fan of... But as he comes to his senses he can feel and smell Stiles next to him and his fingers always find his warm skin, his familiar touch... it's something new and scary, but Peter's too taken with it to be alarmed.

Though as he turns his head to go back for another few minutes of sleep he feels something on his neck. It kind of stings, almost hurts... but he remembers it. It's a bite. He frowns, reaching for it and running his fingers over it. It's a bite Stiles made last night. It's still there, even if it was long hours ago.

Peter's wide awake in seconds at the implication what that could mean, his flashing blue eyes looking at Stiles next to him on the bed. Just watching so far.

Peter certainly had kept his promise and it wore Stiles out in the best way, that soon after they had settled down for sleep he went out like a light, snoring softly cradled in Peter's arms.

Even in sleep he recognizes Peter's touch and shifts into it, murmuring softly before settling again. Stiles doesn't fully wake for another thirty minutes or so, snuffling and shifting in the bed before rolling over onto his back, then his side to face Peter. His eyes blink awake, sleepily and his hair sleep-mussed.

Stiles smiles at him and reaches out, a hand brushing along his arm. "Mornin'," he slurs out.

Peter can't help his sleepy smirk. He certainly thinks that Stiles is the most beautiful in the morning. So he greets him back queitly leaning over to brush his lips against his.

The bond is still there, he can feel Stiles with more than his five senses. It gives him security, some kind of home. Peter just hopes it won't burn down this time.

"You're special, Stiles, you know that?" Peter sighs pulling the boy closer to him for some morning cuddles

Stiles sighs into the kiss, returning it languidly, and when Peter pulls him in against him the teen curls up against his chest and nestles his head just under the werewolf's chin.

"Duh," he huffs softly, not realizing that the marks he's left on Peter have yet to fade.

"I do mean it." Peter chuckles lazy and deep in his chest, loving the feel of the teen against him. And the bite he can feel. He wonders what else is still decorating his skin after last night...

"But..." Peter starts, his tone teasing. "You also hurt me."

He can't help but snort at that, pulling away to prop himself up on his elbow.

"What do you mean? You know I can't hurt you," he says, grinning, though now wondering if maybe he'd said something unintentionally.

Peter smiles at the boy, thinking how he thought the same too. But now Stiles apparently can hurt him in more than one way. He doesn't answer right away,

"Well, then I wonder who did this?" Peter sighs, his hand coming up to brush the place he can feel the bite on his neck, near his shoulder too.

"What?" Stiles says again, pushing himself up a little more so he can see what Peter's talking about.

He couldn't have hurt Peter physically, the man's a goddamn werewolf. Yet, when Stiles sees the little angry red mark on the man's neck a sudden thrill goes through him, leaving him breathless as his eyes widen in shock.

Staring at the mark, where he'd bitten and sucked at Peter's neck the night before, he reaches out with a shaky hand to touch the mark himself, then looks at Peter's face.

"It stayed? I- how?"

Peter gives a small sigh at Stiles' touch, remembering last night. He also wonders how it remained. He's looking back at Stiles, his hand reaching out to touch his fingers on his neck.

"Last night... you were really powerful. You had your magic right at your fingertips." Peter speaks softly, in a low voice. "Right where you could reach me." he smirks. "Your mate." he adds, his eyes light up for a moment, giving the word meaning. Stiles is not just his mate anymore, but he is Stiles'.

"Holy shit..." He can't believe it, he's marked Peter. As his. It makes his pulse race and heat rush through him at the implication that he could do it again. And again. Mark up Peter the way the werewolf has done to him.

Peter's words send a pleasant thrill through him. They are each others now, now that Stiles has marked Peter.

Stiles surges forward then, mouth pressing to Peter's excitedly, hungrily, and can't help the way his fingers find the mark on Peter's neck. Where Stiles had claimed him.

Peter closes his eyes as Stiles moves to him, returning the kiss. His hands find the back of the boy's neck, stroking the skin there and shivering as Stiles touches the mark. His mark. Peter wonders how strange it is, that he's afraid and yet he's not fleeing just yet. He wants to stay with his mate and see where they will go, how high they will reach with their powers.

"You know what this means." Peter growls as he's keeping Stiles' close. "It means, if you dare to cross me, I have the right to smite you on the spot."

It surprises Stiles too, honestly, with having gotten to know Peter more intimately these last years, then and now. It surprises him that Peter didn't take off the moment he realized Stiles could mark him, that he was powerful enough to do so.

But then again, maybe that's why he stayed. He has no illusions as to why Peter kept him in the beginning, his spark was too attractive not to. But it's become more than that now, and that too is scary on it's own- for both of them.

"You know I won't," Stiles murmurs against Peter's mouth. "But if I ever do, I won't stop you."

"You can try, but I'll come back anywhere to finish the job." Peter growls. He knows how power is. He had it and he's gotten greedy. He only knows Stiles for a short while and if he has at least a little idea about the boy... he may be tempted. And Peter would be proud, even then. But it wouldn't stop him to take Stiles on, no matter what.

"But I know you won't, for now." he adds with a smirk, kissing the boy again. "It also means they will now soon, too."

Stiles grins a little. He knows if it came down to it, for whatever reason, they would likely be evenly matched when the time came. But, to be honest, Stiles has grown quite attached to Peter and doesn't see himself wanting to take him out any time soon.

"I know," he mumbles into the kiss. "And I don't care anymore, if they find out. They can't stop me, stop us."

((ooc: OMG I thought I tagged this..! ;; ))

"That they definitely can't. Not anymore." Peter agrees quietly. "Not while we're pack." he adds softly, absently stroking Stiles' skin he can reach.

Yes, pack. Mates. Partners. Now equals. And that's frightening and exciting, and Peter feels his wolf burn with power and desire to see what the future holds for them. For the hope that Beacon Hills will be theirs and the Hale pack will be feared and respected.

((ooc: No worries! I've been busy with work so I haven't really paid much attention to tags lately, haha.))

Stiles knows that if the pack gives him trouble over this, Peter will have his back. Scott had been unwilling to let Stiles be his emissary, telling him it would be too dangerous- not that what they do on a regular basis isn't? That had been his counter argument, but Scott didn't budge. He knows there might be a chance that being Peter's mate and emissary might cost him their friendship. He's prepared for that.

He's not sure, however, how his father will handle it and if Stiles himself will be able to handle whatever negative reaction he might have. Stiles just hopes it won't be too terrible.

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